The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-04-15
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How a Young Naturalist Came Near
Losing His Bride.

Scientists and Literary men have the
reputation of being forgetful, and mat
ters outside of their routine life, are
APT to go BY the board. / heard a good
story DUNG the past week writes a Wash
inqtow Capital correspondent, of a ris-
ing young naturalist which almost sur
passes belief, but as l took occasion to
run it down in every detail it can be
vouched for. Some weeks ago this de-
voice of science resolved to get mar
ried, but forgot to procure that very
important adjunct to this ceremony
a ~Iicense-until within two hours of the
wedding, which was set for z O'Clock,
at one of our fashionable churches.
The w~ould-be groom was busy making
his toilet in the presence of his best
man, who had just arrived IN town, a
perfect stranger. Conversation turn
ed to the suspicious event of the even
ing and the best man, who had had
wide experience in that capacity, said:
We'll, Charley, | suppose everything
is ready, and you have only two hours
of freedom. Have you got the necessa-
~ legal papers and the minister's fee
in a convenient place, and"
Before the sentence was finished
scientific Charley jumped three feet
from the floor and exclaimed: Great
Scott! Bob, / forgot all about the
license, Put on your hat, get a cab,
and drive like mad to the city hall and
get it for me-" Bob did not linger for
further instructions but did as he was
bid. Arriving at the city hall and con
suming fifteen minutes of valuable
time in the crypts and ~labyrinths of the
building, he finally reached the door
of Mr.. Meigs' room, which was locked.
Excited and %bewildered, he kicked at
the door, but all to no purpose. His
old colored charwoman came along and
asked why he was raising such a racket.
Il want to see the marriage license
clerk" said Bob. Deed, honey, you's
outen 70 he'd, Massa Meigs done gone
home long ago." calculated aunty.
where does he liveP' cried Bob.
Up on de hill" was the answer. Bob
skipped to the cab, paid the driver a
dollar extra to drive fast, and finally
reached the house of the custodian OF
the marriage seal, on Capitol hill, told
his story, offered any amount of money
Mr.. Meigs might maine if he would
rescue his scientific friend from his pre-
dicament, and finally persuaded him to
ride to his Office.
1t was 6 o'clock when they reached
the city hall, and darkness was gather
ing over the city as well as over the
prospects of their oblivious naturalist
friend. whats the name of your
friendP" asked Mr.. Meigs. Charles
W. T." said the best man, land
the lady's full name?" "Blest if /
knew y was the answer. '.Well that
is quite important, and I cannot issue
a license without it." Crestfallen and
disheartened our b. n. was about to
abandon the procurement of a license,
when Mr.. Meigs suggested he telephone
to the young lady. AS good luck would
have it she was the daughter of a ply
stefan, and the following conversation
took place over the telephone: b. NJ.
"Hello, In. W, what's the name Of
your daughter whoi is to be married to-
night?" DIR. W: s.None of your
business. What's that to youP" B. NJ.
''Well, it is very little to me but a good
deal to her prospective husband, who is
nearly dead from anxiety and fright, for
he has no license, and is to be married
in half an hour, and if | don't know her
name Mr.. Melgs won't give me the
license" The doctor calculated an A
/ expletive, nearly breaking the dia-
phram of the telephone, and shouted,
Lucy o., and you better hurry with
the papers or | will withdraw my con-
sent" Pushing a $40 bill into the
hands Of Mr.. Meigs, which he grasped
with a warm Thank you, sir" our b.
IN. reached the minister's room fifteen
minutes after the time set for the we'd
ding, showed the license into the hand
of the groom. and had barely time
enough to faint The wedding was
minus the b. M, but our promising
young scientist won his bride and lost
a life long friend, who " forgave
him for his heedlessness. After q brief
southern wedding journey the couple
returned to the city, whore the story Of